Alpha Luciano's POV
"No." I didn't have to think twice about it. The nerves on this girl. How dare she think to make demands of me? Me! She was nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Arabella Bianchi was fearless now that she'd discovered she had nothing left to lose since she no longer cared if she lived or died. I would change that. The problem was that I had never expected Arabella would be hiding claws beneath that subservient exterior so I was ill-equipped to handle this situation. A gross oversight on my side that I would soon correct.
"That will never happen." I repeated making sure she got the point. Give her the right to pick the times we would have s*x? Yeah, that was never happening. Did she think we were courting or something? This was not a f*****g democracy, it was a dictatorship
